Beast Wars Depth Charge Novels & Stories

Say that to the wolves who lived in them," I said. Behind him, the Ashmoor soldiers who had stopped to watch the Rogue King and Zayden were re-engaging. The brief pause ended as commanders pushed their wolves back into the fight. The eastern road noise surging back up. Darius drove into the Ashmoor center from the left with six Obsidian wolves and the line buckled. An Ashmoor soldier broke from the reforming line and drove directly at me. The wolf forms hitting the road and accelerating with the low flat speed. The Mark exploded white. The shifted wolf hit the light and went sideways like something physical had struck it.

The beast was twice the height of a muscular man she’d ever seen—with a bone crest, four split jaws that open like a flower of fangs. ​His eyes had no pupils, only pits of endless night that could reflect my deepest fear. His body was covered in jagged obsidian scales and raw muscles; bone plates protruded like armor from his spine and limbs. Her hand flew to her mouth as she took a step back at the sight of his claws, long enough to pierce through her body in one swipe. Fear clawed in Kaerith's chest as her fingers shakily found the simple ties at her waist and loosened them.

I wanted them to be afraid. ​"NOW!" I roared. ​Down in the streets, a dozen explosions went off at once. The rebels had planted thermite charges on the perimeter fences. Smoke and fire filled the air, and the sirens began to wail. ​The guards at the base of the Spire scrambled to respond. Two "Beast-Slayer" drones—giant, spider-like machines with red laser eyes—crawled down the side of the Government House, their metal legs clanging on the stone.

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.

A very large and gruesome looking creature with hammer like fists was beating away at the lonely car near the portal, from which he had apparently entered Etherea. "What's that?" Cash asked softly. "It's an ogre." I answered. Winterlash grunted and handed us a pair of tranquilliser guns. I handed mine back and patted the buckle strapped to my thigh where my gun was. "Don't harm it. Just call the cleaning services when you're done." He said. I gave him a nod and started to walk out of the room when I heard a squeak. "What about me?" And I remembered with a curse about Agent Cash.

They hurried toward the windows and shut them one after another, blocking out every trace of sunlight before quickly scrambling out of the room. They knew better than to leave the windows open around me. I was a beast condemned to live in darkness. A curse placed upon me by a powerful witch had taken away my ability to withstand sunlight. It was not merely an inconvenience. It had stripped me of the freedom to rule my own kingdom as I once had. A hundred years ago, my own Beta, Scott, betrayed me. He divided my kingdom into two factions and took half of it for himself. But betrayal was only the beginning of what he did to me, he killed my mate.

They were about to swarm the ship when I heard a low resonating hum and X's booming voice. “Antaroq Eznon Dymor!” Almost immediately, the ship was bathed in a white glow. A whole array of sigils, all facing the oncoming threat. I heard a roar like a waterfall, and then a cannon fired. It was at least a planet’s diameter, completely annihilating the harbingers and shaving off a good portion of the shield, enough for us to fly into. “Tch, show-off”, I say as he enters the ship again.

The beast lunged, but Bruce dodged with a speed that left even Malrik watching with intrigue. With a roar, Bruce leaped onto the beast’s back, his claws tearing through its tough hide. The creature bucked and thrashed, but Bruce’s grip was ironclad. He drove his claws into its spine, channeling every ounce of his strength into the attack. With one final, ear-piercing roar, the beast collapsed, its body dissolving into black smoke that dissipated into the air.

slowly floated into the air. He looked down at the “Deep Sea Hounds.” “You…are worthy…to dabble in ‘immortality’?” He raised his hand. “Boom!” A golden beam of energy shot from his palm! That beam was ten times faster than an electromagnetic cannon! One “Deep Sea Hound” didn’t even have time to react before being struck head-on by the beam! There was no explosion. The submarine, along with its pilot, was… “disintegrated” in the golden light.

Beast surged forward, its hull glowing with a faint, blue-white light as it pierced the fabric of space-time. The ship's passage through the distance was smooth and silent, leaving behind a trail of a distorted blue haze. The viewscreen flared to life at my command: "On screen!" as it locked onto their leader. With a burst of light, Beast dropped out of warp drive directly in front of the reptilian, its sleek hull gleaming with a fierce, battle-ready intensity. "Locking on..." Sam announced, his fingers dancing across the control panel with swift, confident strokes. A low, ominous hum filled the air as Dad and Sam charged up Beast's weapons systems, ready to unleash its fury.